I am haunted by my own story, the main character did not come alive, he is breathing in the shadows and his breath is freezing up my skin, the glittering of his fangs is almost invisible as is the screeching of his fingernails playing with my manuscript, the monster I created is rising from the pages and covered in deceased letters that I wrote, fear is near, expect the shiver tonight, so that you can feel that you are still alive... for a little while at least....
Thalmaray
Vind ik leuk
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